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PINK
A war horse named Pink who fought and returned with his owner.

The Story of Pink

Some time ago my uncle told me about a gravestone a few fields over from my house, that belonged to not man, but a horse named Pink. Pink and his owner served in the Great War and remarkably both returned home together in 1918 where they continued to be companions. I believe the owner was Captain Holford which I had written in my notes on the story, however coming back to it I cannot seem to verify this - perhaps it was another tale told by my uncle. The gravestone has been moved to the corner of a large field since its creation, fenced off and shaded by trees. Old and cracked across the middle, the text is barely legible so I had to use my hands to feel for the words.

Pink - Kate Griffin
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Stand up dear boy, your time has come

To serve you country.

A hero will be made of thee,

As you turn the red sky pink. 

You will go with Captain Holford,

To far and troubled lands,

And if you are to return,

You will paint the red sky pink.

For you are a gallant hunter,

You served and you survived. 

Come home my dear stallion,

For many more a ride.

For four long years you went to war

And stood by your man's side.

A companion to the ranks of men,

Their hope their joy their pride.

For you are a gallant hunter,

You served and you survived. 

Come home my dear stallion,

For many more a ride.

The Captain and his faithful steed returned home. More than a companion was Pink to the Captain, only he understood his master, and could be his truest friend. When Pink died he rested in the ground and gravestone tells us who wander by, the here lay a stallion who served his master courageously. 

A reminder of the war horses who obediently charged on while the world watched their riders.

For you are a gallant hunter,

You served and you survived. 

Come home my dear stallion

For one last ride.